Absurd and Askew

Squeaky Shoes in a Quiet Office

2009-07-14T10:05:00.002-04:00

In a quiet office, my tennis shoes squeak. It's not something I notice anywhere else. It's only here, where there's no noise but that of the forced air and the ticking of the clock on my desk. (I haven't turned on any music yet. It's still early.) The few people here are silently tucked away in their own offices working on something or another. I just got back inside from a smoke break and, as I'm walking down the hallway to my office, I notice how loudly my tennis shoes are squeaking. I thought it important enough to blog about only because it brought me to another thought. That's how my mind works. Click. Click. Click. Most of it random nonsense.

Shoes that normally go unnoticed are hugely noticeable in the midst of such a hushed environment.

Little things in life that normally go unnoticed are hugely noticeable in the midst of a quietly stable environment.

See the connection?

Sometimes I get so bored with life that all the little annoyances that normally go unnoticed become these big, looming issues. Why? Because routine is not my friend, and in the quiet, calm of routine I start to search for something to which I can pay attention. BAM! There they are, these little nothings staring me in the face and daring me to confront them. I don't take challenge lightly; I meet it head-on. Even when all logic tells me it's not important, damn it, they dared me, and thus I must address them.

Stupid.

I've read all the "don't sweat the small stuff" books and heard all the advice about not "making mountains out of molehills." I know that logically I should just ignore these tiny nothings because they really are a bunch of inconsequential crap, but boredom exaggerates them. Addressing a pile of inconsequential crap is something to do that breaks the monotany. It's not right. It's not helpful. It definitely doesn't make life easier. But maybe that's the point. I don't like it when everything is too easy and there's no challenge, no goals, no uphill battles, no feeling of victory when I've defeated one of them.

Wow. I truly am my own worst enemy.

Click. Click. Click.

One would think, with all that drive to be challenged and satisfaction of achievement when I've reached a goal, that I would be highly competitive. I'm not. Not in the least. I just can't stand to be idle. If I'm not creating something, I'm fixing something. If I'm not doing either of those, I'm learning something new. I'm not happy unless I'm submersed in busy-ness. I have to have a goal. I don't care if that goal is to get the dust bunnies out from under the couch on X day, I have to have something planned to accomplish or I get bored. Quickly.

To my husband, that probably makes me high maintenance. The thing is, I don't look to him to entertain me, but I don't want him bringing me down either. The worst part for him is probably when I do get bored and I start turning those inconsequential nothings into gotta-fix-it challenges. I guess that means that it's in his best interests that I stay occupied.

Life would probably be much easier if I would ignore the squeaky shoes.

My Own Private Memorial

2009-07-07T15:08:00.006-04:00

In lieu of paying any attention at all to that other memorial happening today, I've created my own private memorial.

These are our soldiers that have given their lives for us since June 25, 2009 when the media went into a frenzy because of the untimely death of that other guy.

Where are the gold caskets for these guys and girls?

This list is incomplete, but it was the best I could do. If anyone has a name to add, please feel free to leave a comment.

6/25/09

Brian N. Bradshaw, 24, Army 1st Lieutenant, Steilacoom, WA

Joshua L. Hazlewood, 22, U.S. Army Reserve Specialist, Manvel, Texas

6/26/09

Peter K. Cross, 20, U.S. Army Private 1st Class, Saginaw, TX

6/28/09

Steven T. Drees, 19, U.S. Army Private, Peshtigo, WI

Timothy A. David, 28, U.S. Army Sergeant, Gladwin, Michigan

6/29/09

Terry J. Lynch, 22, U.S. Army Sergeant, Shepherd, MT

Roger L. Adams Jr., 36, U.S. Army National Guard Sergeant, Jacksonville, NC

Juan C. Baldeosingh, 30, U.S. Army National Guard Sergeant, Newport, NC

Robert L. Bittiker, 39, U.S. Army National Guard Specialist, Jacksonville, NC

Edward C. Kramer, 39, U.S. Army National Guard Sergeant 1st Class, Wilmington, NC

7/2/09

Charles S. Sharp, 20, U.S. Marine Lance Corporal, Adairsville, GA

7/4/09

Aaron E. Fairbairn, 20, U.S. Army Private 1st Class, Aberdeen, WA

Justin A. Casillas, 19, U.S. Army Private 1st Class, Dunnigan, CA

7/6/09

6 yet unnamed U.S. Army soldiers killed Afghanistan

IT IS THE SOLDIER

It is the Soldier, not the minister
Who has given us freedom of religion.

It is the Soldier, not the reporter
Who has given us freedom of the press.

It is the Soldier, not the poet
Who has given us freedom of speech.

It is the Soldier, not the campus organizer
Who has given us freedom to protest.

It is the Soldier, not the lawyer
Who has given us the right to a fair trial.

It is the Soldier, not the politician
Who has given us the right to vote.

It is the Soldier who salutes the flag,
Who serves beneath the flag,
And whose coffin is draped by the flag,
Who allows the protester to burn the flag.

--CHARLES M. PROVINCE

May they rest in peace.

Picture pages, or "Not fair!"

2009-07-06T14:53:00.011-04:00

Ok, so I wake up in the morning like this...

...and this is what inevitably happens...

Not fair.

Just rolling right over all my good efforts like that.

The tire marks are a bitch to scrub off.

Then I have to get all...

I don't like being like that. I'd rather be...

But when they don't let up...

...when they just can't quit rolling all over my good time...

...smashing my happiness back into the ground just as I've started to dust it off again...

...well, then...

...then...

Anybody got a few of these I can borrow...

I'll give them back when I'm done. Empty, of course, but I think the bottles are worth 5 cents each in Michigan or something.

Observations from the Sidelines

2009-07-01T11:34:00.002-04:00

There's an upheaval in Iran. Another terrorist bombing in Iraq. A Yemeni plane went down leaving one 14-year-old survivor from the 150 or so passengers aboard. A school bus stop shooting in Detroit that injured 7 kids ages 14 to 17 years old. And every news blurb I've received from CNN on my phone since last Friday all relate to Michael Jackson. Farrah died, too, after a very brave and tragic 3-year battle with cancer. Long-time household name Ed McMahon died earlier in the week. Attention to both deaths has been practically non-existent since Jacko died.

WTF?

Look, I understand Jackson was a pop legend and his passing was unexpected and all, but I consider details of his life, death, his kids' custody, the movement of his remains from this place to that place, the preparations for his viewing, and how many times his songs are being played to be SECONDARY news. Yes, I was surprised to learn that he died. Yes, I think he had a major impact on the entertainment industry. Yes, I think it's a shame. But ENOUGH ALREADY!

Why have the news groups (almost every single one of them) determined for us that any Michael Jackson-related news is the most important news of the day? Why when I was watching the first 45 minutes of NBC's Today show this morning was it dominated by interviews with various Michael Jackson insiders and speculation on his drug use/abuse and there was no mention made of the school bus shooting in Detroit yesterday that injured seven teens?

I agree that Michael Jackson's passing is newsworthy, and that details of it are newsworthy, but as PRIMARY news? No. It's ENTERTAINMENT news. Secondary news. I don't want to see news related to him at the top of the hour and news of the struggle in Iran or the shooting of some teens just waiting for a school bus bumped to the "after thought" position.

In case you hadn't heard, the House of Representatives held a moment of silence for Michael. Are you serious? Where's the moment of silence for Farrah and Ed, both pop culture icons as well, and both equally deserving of that kind of respect as long as they're doling it out?

The priorities of this country are bass-ackward, and they are unfortunately being dictated by what our journalists decide regarding what's the big news and what's the little news, what gets reported and what doesn't. If you want to know where the power is in this country, turn on one of the 24-hour news stations. It's not any of the newsmakers, it's the boys and girls who run those stations. They tell us what's important to us and what's not by deciding what goes at the top of the hour.

We just follow along like stupid sheep.

Monday Morning Bitchin'

2009-06-22T09:11:00.004-04:00

After a hassle with my bank this morning, and a weekend incident that I might as well toss in for good measure, I thought I'd do a little bitching this morning. Feel free to ride along.

Let me start with this morning. I made my car payment on Friday over the phone. My loan is with a credit union and they're a bit behind-the-times, technologically speaking. My life is virtually paperless. The credit union doesn't have a way to make an electronic payment online unless you have a checking account with them, which I don't. I have to either transfer from my bank, which can take up to 5 business days to go through so I hate that option, or I can drive to the credit union and make the payment, or I can make it over the phone for a $10 fee (whatever with that... that's something to bitch about another time). I opted to make it over the phone this month because I couldn't get over to the office to make the payment in person. I made my payment to them via my checking (debit) card.

They called me this morning and said that Friday's transaction was getting declined with no explanation. I verified the information with them to be sure they didn't have a wrong number, expiration date, whatever. They had it all right. I was looking at my checking account balance online and there was nothing wrong there. There was no reason the transaction should have been declined. I hung up with the credit union and called my bank.

My bank proceeds to tell me that it's being declined because I have a daily spending cap on my account and that transaction was over the cap. Huh?!?! I've had this account for 10 years. I've never had an issue with this before, and I know I've spent well over that spending cap within a day on numerous occasions. He said that it was just a fraud protection thing and promptly raised my cap.

I can understand the whole premise, but why had I not run into this before in my 10 years with this bank? He said it wasn't a new thing. What most irritated me is that I never approved that spending cap. They never asked me if it was ok to set it at that amount or should it be changed. Shouldn't I have been allowed to determine what the spending cap is on my own checking account?

I called the credit union back and the transaction went through without a problem. I just don't appreciate that I had to spend time this morning straightening out an issue that could have been avoided if my bank had given me the opportunity to chime in on what my spending cap should be on my checking account. Irritating... and it's Monday morning, which at least triples the irritation. It probably wouldn't have bothered me so much if it was Friday. :)

Now I have to bitch about something that happened over the weekend. This is solely my opinion. I'm not speaking for anyone else.

As anyone who knows me knows, my husband is a musician and many of our friends are in local bands. This past Saturday, we went to see some friends' band play at Whiskey Dick's. When we got there, we found out that a couple of country bands (Justin Moore and Emerson Drive, to be specific) were in town doing a show at WCOL's Country Jam. They had finished their show and had called up Whiskey Dick's to see if they could play there for the remainder of the evening. No pay, on the fly. Whiskey Dick's is one of the few country-friendly bars in Columbus. Our friends' band is rock, though. It was cool of these two national acts to want to do this because they were giving their fans a treat (being able to see them in a more intimate setting), they weren't asking for any money, and they brought in a nice pack of people (their fans) that were paying cover, from which our friends' band was getting paid. So far so good, and really no biggie at that point.

Then they showed up.

Anyone who knows me also knows my very low tolerance for arrogance. Confidence is a great thing, but arrogance makes you look like ass. Before I start, I want to say that I did meet one of the band members for Justin Moore and one from Emerson Drive and they were both very nice, very polite. No problem with either of them at all. I had a problem with the couple of them who strutted in with an attitude and then proceeded to tell my friends' band that they could only play for a half-hour. Big of them, don't you think? My friends were intending to play one set... an hour... and then give them the stage. That's more than reasonable. Keep in mind that they had the whole night booked for themselves before these national acts placed their call to the bar.

So they played their half-hour and let the national acts have the stage. Now here's where I get to my real beef about this. Not one single person in either of these bands said thank you to the band whose show they just highjacked. One simple sentence would have sufficed: "Thank you to so-and-so for letting us highjack their show tonight." Not one word was mentioned. Absolutely no respect shown whatsoever for the musicians who just gave up their spot for you at a few short hours notice.

In the future, these two bands -- Justin Moore and Emerson Drive -- might want to keep this in mind. I applaud these after-show shows that give your fans the opportunity to see their favorite bands in a more intimate setting. More national acts should do it. It shows great respect for your fans. However, if you're highjacking a local band's show to do this, you should at least have the respect for the local musicians you're bumping to offer up a simple thanks to them. It's arrogant of you not to do it. It would only take a minute of your time to mention it to the crowd. You might not think it's important. I say that not doing this simple little thing says a lot about your band and it doesn't reflect well on you to the people who were there to see the band whose show you highjacked. I don't care if you're Hank Williams, Jr. or Garth, I would expect the same from them, too. No one is above a simple thank you, and this local band deserved a thank you from you.

Am I being too judgmental about this because I have such a pet-peeve about arrogance or am I right for thinking they should have at least offered up a thanks in this situation?

Bad Spellers Amuse Me

2009-06-09T13:21:00.002-04:00

Lately I've been looking around for a good deal on some new furniture for our deck and, like the savvy shopper that I am, Craigslist has obviously been included in my search. Very often on there I come across "rod iron" patio sets or tables and it makes me giggle every time I see it. I think it must have started with one person spelling it that way and others taking the cue that it's the correct spelling and including it that way in their own posts. Surely, not that many people think it's "rod iron." FYI for anyone who actually does think that's the proper spelling... it's wrought iron.

Ok, ok. I see how people might be confused. It sounds like "rod" when you say it fast enough, and it actually looks like a bunch of rods welded together. I guess I can see how people would jump on the "rod iron" bandwagon. And it does amuse me, after all, so no harm, no foul.

However...

Today, I was perusing Craigslist once again and came upon a new one that made me chuckle (instead of just a giggle). It was someone selling a "Chip N Dale" armoire. I kid you not. That's exactly how it was spelled. What was most ironic is that the poster spelled "armoire" correctly. I suppose that word was just difficult enough that he (or she) couldn't figure out how to write it without looking it up. Chippendale is easy. Just go for the most obvious pop culture reference.

So my question is: was the "Chip N Dale" armoire crafted by a pair of cute little chipmunks, made specifically for a pair of cute little chipmunks, or does it come with a pair of cute little chipmunks? Should I send the poster a message and ask, do you think?

Just a speck

2009-06-04T13:32:00.002-04:00

Maybe it's my age, or maybe it's my OCD (it causes the mind to race with repetitive thoughts), but every once in a while I get into this mode of questioning my purpose. What have I done? What haven't I done? What more can I do? What significance does it have in this vast and complicated world anyway? Does any of it truly have any meaning at all? Is it enough? Will it ever be enough?

I suppose everyone goes through these questions from time to time. Maybe it's not that unusual after all. For me, however, it seems like my mind gets stuck in that gear for a while and not having the answers to those questions drives me mad.

I'm your average person, living an average life, working an average job, with an average family. So what have I truly done in my 41 years that has significance... and then, how much significance does it really have when all is said and done?

I've spent quite a bit of time on volunteer work over the years. I've worked in pet shelters and for dog rescue groups. I've organized several charity fund raising events. I've donated money to organizations I believe in. I've voiced my opinion on topics about which I feel strongly (I'm nothing if I'm not outspoken). I've used my design skills to design and sell a whole mess of t-shirts promoting pet adoption and spaying/neutering and the banning of puppymills and the like (the more people who wear them across the country, the more the word spreads).

All of this, and yet it always comes back to the one most important question for me: is this my purpose or is there something else I should be doing that I've been missing all along? I want to make a difference in the world, not just flow with it. I don't want to be a bystander. I want to be involved. I think the real question is, why do I sometimes feel that I haven't been involved enough despite the fact that I have a pretty good track record of putting myself out there and trying to make a difference?

I wonder if it really just comes down to my mind "playing tricks on me." I'm a perfectionist -- always have been -- but I'm most critical of myself. You could say I'm my own worst enemy. Maybe I'm just seeing myself as not doing enough because nothing I do is ever good enough for me.

In the days when all I did was live and breathe writing and painting, people would give me sincere compliments on my work and I would immediately point out all the flaws in it. I didn't want them to give me credit for good work when I didn't feel it was perfect enough to warrant a compliment. I finally got past that frame of mind, or so I thought. Maybe I never really got past it. Maybe it just shifted from my creative endeavors to my life in general.

Damned OCD making me obsess over stupid thoughts like this. Did I mention I tend to over-analyze everything, too. That's not the OCD in me... that's the Virgo. :)

If you don't want them, don't have them

2009-05-21T14:12:00.004-04:00

Came across another heartbreaking CNN story... (read it here)...

The especially cruel part -- not that killing your own child isn't cruel enough -- is that she suffocated him, changed her mind, performed CPR on him and brought him back to life, then decided to follow through with it and suffocated him again. Her excuse was that she didn't want him to grow up unloved like she did. Damn, woman! There were plenty of options before you got pregnant and plenty of options after. Did you have to have a child at all? She sounds like she has mental problems (depression, etc.), but it's so heartbreaking for that poor little boy. What must have been going through his mind when his mommy killed him not once, but twice?

Really? Is it that important?

2009-05-13T08:58:00.002-04:00

Sheesh. I keep seeing all these people on the internet both bashing and praising Miss California's answer to the "gay marriage" question during the Miss USA competition. Some people are calling her dumb. And Miss California is dumb why? Because she was honest in her answer and it didn't match the stand these people take on the subject? Wow. It's incredibly hypocritical to preach tolerance and the acceptance of any select social, race, or faith group and then in the very same breath say incredibly rude and obnoxious (and unfounded, I might add) things about her for being part of one of those groups (Christian) that doesn't share your belief.

Contrary to popular belief, it's not always those who perceive themselves as being targeted who are being the oh-so-tolerant ones, judging by how incredibly intolerant and name-calling they are of anyone who doesn't share their beliefs. For anyone who doesn't know, the Perez judge that asked that question later called Miss California a "b*tch" and a "c*nt" for her answer. Yeah, that's tolerance alright. Same as everyone who calls her stupid because she said she was against it. Way to make your point. Look like an angry, name-slinging child and maybe people will take your belief seriously. That's the way to win people over to your side. Not to mention that very often people who are saying she was wrong (and stupid and a b*tch) mention Christianity as some sort of evil and stupid and blah blah blah. Where is your tolerance for people who have Christian beliefs? You're allowed to be intolerant of them and call them names, but one of them can't give you an honest (and also polite... she wasn't bashing anyone) answer to a direct question about her beliefs.

Hypocrits.

In the end, I have to just say this (what I've been thinking all along)... people, this IS a beauty contest we're talking about. Everyone is paying waaaay too much attention to this. Who cares what miss beautiful California thinks? (Which, btw, is the same position Obama takes on gay marriage. I guess he's dumb, too.) I guarantee you that she didn't get into the competition because of her mind. The title is awarded primarily for BEAUTY, regardless of what they claim. I've never seen an ugly (or even slightly unattractive) Miss Any-state. The question and answer game at the end is only so the womens rights groups won't have a hissy and shut them down.

So, in conclusion, just a bit of advice. Do what you will with it, but here it is...

Don't preach tolerance and expect it to work in your favor if you don't practice it yourself. Every bash on Christianity or Republicans or conservatives or whatever that slips out of your mouth (or keyboard) reflects on exactly how intolerant you are.

Choose your battles. In the case of Miss California, I would say that she was a little firecracker that everyone should have just quietly walked around. Instead, they've been sidetracked by her. Silly kids. There are much bigger battles up ahead that actually would mean something to your fight for the right to gay marriage.

What the hell is wrong with people?!

2009-05-06T10:50:00.003-04:00

There's something far worse than swine flu going around. It's this total disregard for life and the innocents (the true innocents, our kids) are getting the worst end of it. I read this story on the CNN website this morning (see the link at the end for the actual CNN story) and I'm at a total loss as to what could possess anyone to do such a thing and not be completely insane.

This 21-year old dumbass (barely an adult himself) got into an argument with his ex-girlfriend at her apartment and picked up her 3-month-old son's car seat, with her son still in it, and threw it onto the concrete floor. Oh, but he didn't stop there. He then kidnapped the baby and proceeded to throw him out of a moving car on the interstate -- not in his car seat. Just tossed him out the window. A passing motorist found this little 3-month-old body on the road where he died of -- surprise -- blunt force trauma to the head. 3 friggin' months old! What would possess anyone to do such an incredibly cruel thing?

Remember when people considered the consequences of their actions? Remember when you were an outcast for being a criminal? Remember when we had some kind of social, moral, ethical, whatever you want to call it, values and the thought of throwing a 3-month-old baby out of a moving vehicle would never even cross our minds? Look at us now.

The more violence we see and hear about, the more we become numb. Nothing shocks us anymore. We've created a society that hungers for the extreme. Sadly, that extreme is coming out in ways that are making our younger (and youngest) generation suffer. Violence and extremes are now the norm and to cause someone else pain -- to exact that huge negative act of revenge -- young minds are automatically turning to deeds more gruesome than ever before. It's not a new scenario, but it's definitely now an epidemic.

Our kids are eating themselves alive.

Here's the actual CNN story: Florida Man Charged With Murder After Baby Thrown From Car

Very important PSA!

2009-04-20T10:49:00.004-04:00

I felt very compelled to relay this incredibly important PSA regarding directions for avoiding alien abduction by the creation of your very own stylish anti-alien headgear from Stop Alien Abductions. I don't in the least believe that I was compelled to relay this information just because I haven't yet created my own Thought Screen Helmet. I'm running out to buy my Velostat right after I post this, though. Just in case.

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Thought Screen Helmet Directions

BACKGROUND

Aliens are living creatures who are subject to the physical laws of the universe. They are technically and mentally very advanced, but still have limitations of their actions and performance as all living things do. They have incredible technology and knowledge of mind functions, but they are not "super creatures" with unlimited power. Their world is very different than our human world. Never expect them to behave just as you think humans would behave.

These directions are compiled from nine years of experience of working with abductees wearing thought screen helmets to stop alien abductions. For information on what aliens can and cannot do, see the section Alien Capabilities and Incapabilities in aliensandchildren.org which is accessible from the links section.

1. Prepare for a fight.

Aliens will try to stop you from wearing the helmet both mentally and physically. Remember that they can read your mind. Before you make one they may try to influence you that you don’t need one. Once you start wearing a helmet they may harass you or perhaps threaten to kill a pet in retaliation. They are good at manipulating your spouse to have a conflict with you about wearing the helmet. If you forget to wear it one time they may physically hurt you. They have done these things to a minority of abductees wearing helmets. Most abductees report complete success with the helmet when they wear it as much as they can.

2. Have a locked cabinet.

Aliens have taken ten helmets from abductees and several Velostat lined baseball caps. If you are not wearing a hat they will go through your entire house looking for them. They will not, however, go into a locked cabinet. Before you make a helmet have some kind of cabinet or trunk that you can lock. That way they won’t take it.

3. Make the helmet quickly.

You may experience telepathic resistance from the aliens when you try to make the hat. Expect it. You must make the hat as quickly as possible so you are not overcome by them.

Here's a quote from one abductee making a new helmet, "I felt telepathic resistance when making the helmet, sharp pains were felt, I pulled the helmet over the head and it stopped. I think I am being watched on what I am doing, I suppose you must warn other abductees when making the hats."

4. Secure the helmet with tape or string.

Almost any kind of tape or string wrapped around the helmet several times will prevent aliens from removing the helmet if they manage to get close to you.

5. Don't be lured out of your current location by the aliens.

Don't let the aliens lure you out of your location. Stay where you are if you think the aliens are close by. They will make noises by banging on walls to lure you out but don't do it. They also may use lights outside to lure you outside. By luring you out into their territory, you will be more vulnerable to their control.

6. Make small holes in top for hot climates.

If the temperature is over 80 degrees F and the helmet is hot to wear, use an awl or similar tool and punch some small holes in the top of the helmet.

7. Wear the helmet as often as possible.

Once you make a thought screen helmet you must wear it as frequently as possible. The aliens know when you are not wearing it and will take you at that time. Abductees are taken when they are driving cars. They even take children without helmets when they are in school. There are documented cases of children abductees missing during school hours.

You can also put eight sheets of Velostat into baseball cap or other hat to wear during the day which is less conspicuous then a leather hat. See Aliensandchildren.org for different types of thought screen hats.

Some abductees have worn their thought screen helmets and hats almost 24 hours a day, seven days a week for more than nine years.

SPECIAL CONDITIONS

One abductee reported that he could not wear the helmet because it made him disoriented. If you become disoriented and cannot stand or walk without becoming dizzy with the helmet on, then do not wear it

GROUNDING DIRECTIONS

Several abductees report that the buzzing sound they hear when wearing the helmet can be completely alleviated through the use of proper grounding. They used a double ground, securing the ground to the Velostat in the helmet with thick aluminum foil then connecting the two insulated grounding wires to standard grounding rods which are available from electronics supply stores.

Once the helmets were properly grounded and the ground wires were insulated from touching any part of a house with rubber insulation, all of the buzzing noise heard by the abductees ceased. The abductees using grounds sleep wearing their thought screen helmets.

Please note that only some abductees report a buzzing sound while wearing the helmet. Others report no sound and all and complete success with the helmet.

Contact this website for more information on grounding a thought screen helmet.

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NOTE: The above information was brought to you by yet another direction-less, ill-fated Internet trek by Jill Cape. You never know what crazy stuff I'll come across in my online wanderings.

How to have your spirits lifted

2009-04-16T08:49:00.003-04:00

I've been hearing about this on the news the last several days, but haven't had a chance yet to stop and listen to any of the reports except in passing. If you truly want an uplifting experience this morning, tap into this YouTube video of Susan Boyle on Britain's Got Talent (the link is below).

Just try to stop me from buying her first album. Simon's working on getting her a recording contract whether she wins this contest or not. Ms. Boyle is 47, unemployed, never been kissed, nothing to look at, but by God, this woman has been blessed with one of the most beautiful, flawless, true voices I've heard in a while. She shocked everyone, and that's the most uplifting part of all.

Here's the link to the full video on YouTube...
Susan Boyle Blows Away Simon Cowell

Incredible.

Artistic Expressions

2009-04-15T15:00:00.010-04:00

After planning on doing it for years (and years and years), I've finally found the time to start getting some of my art online and for sale. Below are a few samples of my work. To see everything (I'm adding new stuff regularly), go to my gallery at Imagekind or my art site at Artistic Expressions. If you're interested in buying prints, you can buy them either framed or unframed (so you can frame them yourself). The unframed prints are cheaper than buying them framed. All my work is signed.

Everything you see here and in my gallery is 100% digital vector done in Adobe Illustrator. Someday I might find the energy and/or initiative to get some of my old traditional art scanned.

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"Floral Beauty" and "Floral Spirit"
These are available as a set or separately. The one on the left is "beauty" and the one on the right is "spirit." That's what the Chinese symbols mean.

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"Calla Lilies"

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"Lily and Vines Abstract"

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"It's a Girl Thing"
Chocolate and shoes. Yep, it's a girl thing.

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"Violet Eyes"

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"Kewpie Girl 1" and "Kewpie Girl 2"
There are more of these to come. They are fashioned after those old china doll heads. Cute for a girl's room.

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Two weeks

2009-04-13T09:27:00.005-04:00

It was two weeks ago today that I lost Chance, and these past two weeks have been off-kilter. I know there are people out there who don't connect with their pets the way we do, so for those of you who don't, you probably won't get why losing Chance has been difficult for me.

Chance was my first dog. Not truly my first. We had a dog for a couple of years when I was growing up, but I won't go into Joe and his fate. Chance was my first dog. Until her, I'd always owned cats. Until her, I'd never known that I was truly a dog person instead of a cat person. I loved my cats, don't get me wrong, but cats are so independent that forming a bond with them is different than the bond you form with a dog. Dogs are so interactive and loyal to you, and more dependent on you than are cats. They are truly children in fur clothing.

Chance followed me everywhere. She would lay outside the bathroom door, or the garage door, or the basement door, whenever I disappeared behind them, and she would wait for me to come back. She would lay in front of the refrigerator or the sink while I was cooking. She would lay beside me (she had her "special spot") on the couch whenever I sat or laid on it. She was so present in my life that every day these past two weeks without her, I've expected to find her in her usual places. I've found myself having flashes of momentary panic when I didn't see her where she was supposed to be. My initial thought of "Oh, my God, did I leave her outside?" would be immediately replaced with the knowledge that she's not here anymore.

I suppose it's the grieving process that I'm going through. I know she's not here. Her ashes are home with us now, perched on the entertainment center alongside her picture and just a few shelves away from the others we've lost over the last four years. Mardigan, my cat of 15 years who died in 2005, and Chance's first animal companion, is on the shelf below her. On the opposite side are Gidget, the little stray my husband found that was with us a brief 9 months before she died quickly of IHA in 2006, and Taylor, our German Shephard who we lost in 2007. When you have so many pets, you have to get used to losing them. But you never truly get used to it.

Still there are Sara and Willie, Eric's cats that he had when we met. I had Mardigan and Chance; he had Sara and Willie. Sara will be 19 this year and Willie just turned 18. It's only a matter of time before we're grieving again.

The dogs are relatively young yet. Vai just turned 8 years old in March and is now our oldest pup. He spent 7 and a half of his 8 years as Chance's best fur buddy. He's been grieving, too... mellow and a little out of sorts. He knows she's gone. He's quietly accepted it. Nuno turned 6 in January, and our latest addition, Satch, turned 1 at the beginning of this month.

When you have them, it's inevitable that they will go before you. I couldn't, however, imagine my life without them, even though I know that one day the painful decisions and difficult losses will come. The short time they are with us on this earth is so completely filled with love and devotion and, if we're lucky, an incredible connection that surpasses anything that could be found within human relationships. There's no jealousy, no judgment, no anger or distrust. There's just unconditional devotion and love. If we as human beings don't tap into that special relationship that can be found between man and dog, we're missing a beautiful part of life that turns us into better people in the long run. Though I know someday that each one of them will leave me before I'm ready to let them go, I'd rather have the short time with them there than not have them at all just to avoid the pain of losing them. When we grieve for them, we're showing respect for everything they gave to us while they were here.

In these past two difficult weeks, I've found myself remembering things about Chance that I'd forgotten. The way Mardigan (a 25-pound cat in his prime -- he was a Maine Coone) had finally gotten annoyed with her when she was a pup. Right after I got her, she continually bounced around him, roughly a third of his size, and tried to get him to play with her. About a week of this and he'd finally had enough (and for Mardigan, that took a lot... he was the most laid back cat in the world). He grabbed her by the back of the neck like a mama cat would do to its kittens and held her to the floor. She cried so loudly, like he was killing her, but when he let her up, she never bothered him again.

I also remember the beautiful evening when she was still our only dog and the two of us were on our back patio. I was lounging in a chair and she was sitting by me when both of us, at the same time, saw a "cat" quietly approach one end of the patio. Chance immediately charged, and she was almost to it when I saw the white stripe down the back of the "cat." I yelled "NO!" and jumped up to throw open the patio door and get her inside out of harm's way. She spun around immediately and went directly into the house, but it was too late. She'd been sprayed. She took that skunk smell right in with her. I had to open every window in the house and do the best I could to get the smell out of her. Bath after bath, didn't matter. That smell stuck to her for weeks. Luckily the house aired out overnight. The skunk never returned.

There was the day when Eric let her outside and didn't realize that the meter readers had been into the yard and left the gate open. I came home from work an hour or so after he'd let her out and there she was on the front porch, by the front door, waiting to go inside. She'd chewed through the screen on the screen door trying as hard as she could to get back to her humans, but she never wandered off. Our street was a busy one, and we were only three houses from the 4-lane, 45-mph road that intersected our street. She could have easily been hit, but she didn't want to go anywhere. She just wanted back into her home to be with her family.

It's funny how you remember the silly little things after they're gone. She had a good life. She was spoiled rotten and very loved.

No words

2009-03-31T08:45:00.002-04:00

Rest in peace, Chance. My first dog and 12 long years as my shadow. 5-year breast cancer survivor. 3/30/09... cancer won.

Best Invention Ever for Pet Owners

2009-03-22T21:11:00.005-04:00

I'm not normally one to go "selling" a product on my blog. For this little miracle , however, I have to tell everyone who owns a pet. I'm not being paid for this. I don't get a commission. I'm just blogging about it because it's finally a product that does exactly what it promises.

This weekend, I bought and had delivered a new sectional sofa for our living room. I'm so incredibly in love with this thing that I'm considering letting my husband have the bed and sleeping on the sofa instead, just to be closer to it. It's a big manufactured seude sofa in the most luscious deep red (what the manufacturer calls "Tuscan Red"). Here's a picture of it.

Now you may also notice in the picture that there's a dog on it (that's my baby boy Vai), and don't forget to notice the cat's head at the bottom of the picture. That's Willie. Willie has long, fine black and white fur (his coloring looks like that of a cow). Vai has some white fur on him, too. In addition to Vai and Willie, there's the other three dogs (Chance, Nuno and Satch) and one more cat (Sara). Three of our four dogs have white on them. The last one, Satch, is a scruffy white terrier mix (i.e., long, coarse white fur). Needless to say, we have a lot of shedding going on in our house. Shedding -- especially of white fur -- doesn't mix so well with a deep red sofa.

I saw a tv commercial this weekend for the Pledge Fabric Sweeper, so when I went to the store, I decided to give it a try. WOW! I will attest that this is one of the best inventions ever for pet owners. Whether you have one dog or cat, or you're like our house with multiples of both, you're going to want to get one of these.

The drawback is that it's disposable. Once the plastic container fills up, you toss it and buy another. Mine came with two $1 off coupons, though. And if you're like me and just don't want to impact the environment by throwing away all those plastic things, you can just modify it so you can empty and re-use it (yes, it's possible... follow this link... Modify a Pledge Fabric Sweeper).

From the mouth of someone who has 6 shedding pets and is forever cleaning up fur, this gadget is like waving a magic wand over your furniture. It really does work. And it makes my seude sofa look like I'd just vacuumed it.

Here's a quick tip for those of you with pets, in case you haven't found this out already. Spray your furniture with Static Guard, wait a few minutes, then clean it (no matter how you clean it). Static Guard will make it so much easier to get the fur off, even if your just rubbing it into a little ball with your hands and then picking it off. It works. Try it.

So that's my product endorsement for the day. Not that I do this daily -- or ever -- but when I find something that actually works, I like the spread the good news.

Caught between a van and a VW bitch

2009-03-17T11:45:00.006-04:00

Driving to work this morning, I'm cruising along behind a van that's going the 45 mph speed limit. Not too bad. I'd prefer at least 5 over, but he's not driving below the limit, so that's cool with me. I hate it when people drive below the limit. Especially when the speed limit signs are clearly posted on this particular road every half-mile or so.

About a third of the way to work, some dumb ass pulls out of a side street right in front of the van in front of me. Not only does he pull out super slow, causing the van (and, subsequently, me) to have to brake, but he charges his little clunker up to a grand 35 mph. (Remember that posted speed limit sign.) Ok, that was annoying. I called him a dumb ass under my breath, but what can you do?

It was about that time that the bitch in the sporty little gray VW came speeding up behind me. She was obviously in a huge hurry for wherever it was she was going because she started tail-gating me, even though she could clearly see the slow moving van in front of me. Not that she could see the idiot in front of the van that was actually causing the crawl, but she decided to teach me a lesson by keeping our bumpers within kissing distance. As if that would do any good. After all, she was in a hurry, dammit, and the rest of the civilized world was not going to slow her down.

If you know me, you know I have zero tolerance for tail-gaters. It's rude and dangerous and... just so incredibly rude. I don't ever go below the speed limit, and very rarely do I go at the exact limit unless I know it's a speed trap area. So why be hatin' on me, you tail-gating sons-a-bitches? Back off at least half a car length, please! Anyway, I'll do everything in my power to piss off tail-gaters even more. It's fun to watch their expressions in my rear view mirror.

So, there we were. An idiot holding up traffic, a van in front, me, and the bitch tailing me. At one point, she actually had the lady-like balls to swerve out to the left of me waaay into the oncoming lane to see what the hell was making that van go so slowly. Too bad she didn't get clipped by an oncoming car because I know she couldn't see around the van to tell if anyone was coming before she swerved out to take a look. Rude bitch. I mean, honestly, she absolutely knew what was going on (there's a slow car somewhere ahead.. duh!), yet she was stupid enough to be tail-gating me to make everyone ahead go faster. Genius.

Eventually the dumb ass in front of the van pulled off onto a crossing road. The van sped back up to the normal 45 mph. That wasn't good enough for her, of course. She continued to stick to my bumper. But I had an ace up my sleeve. I knew that up ahead the road widened to two lanes on either side. She probably knew that, too. But I also knew that Mr. Van liked to go the speed limit, and no more than that.

We get to the section where the road widens into two lanes. I speed up to go around the van, as I'm sure she expected someone driving a bright yellow Mustang GT with plates that say "horsepower" to do. I'm sure she's thinking, "Finally!" But does she realize what an ass she was just being to the one person that could let her get ahead of the slow people? Nope. Because the world revolves around her, remember? No way I'm letting her off that easy.

I speed up just enough to get me alongside the van that loves to go the exact speed limit... and that's where I stay. She's still trapped behind both of us, poor thing, and she's looking a little pissed in the rear view mirror. I hope she can see me smiling. Ah, sweet satisfaction. Hey, speeding is breaking the law, missy. I'm keeping your speed problem in check right now. I wouldn't have had to take these measures if you'd just backed the fuck off my bumper!!

So, me and the van cruise along side-by-side for about a quarter of a mile before I have to turn. She's still tail-gating me, of course. Trying to push me. I don't budge because if she nails me, she's paying for it. With that nice shiny car, I know she has insurance.

I put on my turn signal like the good, respectful little driver that I am. Hers comes on, too. I turn, she follows, onto a 50 mph road. I gun it, so does she. When she catches up (catches up... haha), she starts tailing me again. I'm going between 55 and 60. She's just pissed at me now. I hit my brakes (gasp... was that a squirrel I saw in the road?). In my rear view mirror, I can see her long hair flop forward as she panics and hits hers. She backs off. Way off this time. She came a thin, wispy hair from rear-ending me and she knows it. She falls back, leaving about 3 car lengths between us, and that's where she stays the rest of the drive. Lesson learned, at least for this trek. I'm sure she'll forget it by the time she leaves for home.

I just don't get the tail-gaters logic. May I ask why those of you who tail-gate think that getting on someone's bumper will make them either go faster or get out of your way? Does that ever actually work? Are you just stupid enough to believe that it will work or is it your way of punishing people for being in front of you? (How dare they get on the road before you!)

Idiots.

Because every woman should know

2009-03-16T14:12:00.004-04:00

Between 1985 and 1988, I lived within an abusive relationship. Abusive both emotionally and, eventually, physically. When I'd finally had enough (or been enlightened, however you want to describe it), I gathered male friends and family around me for protection and I kicked him out. He came back once to collect some things he'd left behind, called me some pretty nasty things, and spit on me on the way out the door. Thank God that was all he did.

I came across the following information on the internet and I want to post it for anyone who has found themselves in an abusive relationship. If you see yourself here, or even just in a few of these, start thinking about how to end it... how to leave. Especially if you have children. No matter how many "good points" he has, it's not worth it. It doesn't get better. He doesn't grow out of it. It isn't a phase. If anything, it only gets worse. It defeats your self-esteem. It gives you a warped sense of what love truly is. Trust me, it's NOT about love. It's about control.

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Recognizing what behaviors are part of domestic violence is not always easy, even for victims themselves. This is, in part, because domestic violence is much more than physical abuse. In fact, many battered women who are controlled by their partners and who live in danger and fear have never been physically assaulted.

Understanding what domestic violence is means being aware of the many different things abusers do to control their partners. The following checklist of behaviors may help you decide if you or someone you know is being abused.

Does your partner…

Use emotional and psychological control?

Call you names, yell, put you down, make racial or homophobic slurs, or constantly criticize or undermine you and your abilities as a wife, partner or mother?

Behave in an overprotective way or become extremely jealous?

Make it difficult for you to see family and friends, or "bad-mouth" your family and friends?

Prevent you from going where you want to, when you want to, and with whomever you want to?

Humiliate or embarrass you in front of other people?

Use economic control?

Deny you access to family assets like bank accounts, credit cards or a car?

Control all the finances, force you to account for what you spend or take your money?

Prevent you from getting or keeping a job or from going to school?

Limit your access to health, prescription and/or dental insurance?

Make threats?

Threaten to report you to the authorities (the police, courts or child protective services) for something you didn't do?

Threaten to harm or kidnap the children?

Make you afraid by using looks, actions or gestures?

Display weapons as a way of making you afraid or directly threaten you with weapons?

Use anger or "loss of temper" as a threat to get you to do what he wants?

Threaten to expose your sexual orientation to friends, family or employer, if you are gay or lesbian?

Threaten to report you to INS or immigration?

Commit acts of physical violence?

Carry out threats to hurt you, your children, pets, family members, friends or himself?

Destroy personal property or throw things around?

Grab, push, hit, punch, slap, kick, choke or bite you?

Force you to have sex when you don't want to or to engage in sexual acts that you don't want to do?

Prevent you from taking medications or getting medical care?

Deny you access to food, fluids or sleep?

These are some of the most common tactics used by abusers to control their partners, they are but certainly not the only ones. If your partner does things that restrict your personal freedom or make you afraid, you may be a victim of domestic violence. To find help, contact the National Domestic Violence Hotline at 800-799-SAFE.

Information from the New York State Office for the Prevention of Domestic Violence, www.opdv.state.ny.us. Copyright © NYS Office for the Prevention of Domestic Violence.

The biggest baddest shark

2009-03-12T12:16:00.003-04:00

I saw this headline on Discovery News:

Shark Attacks Down in 2008 as Economy Tanks

My unsolicited comment to this is: I disagree. 2008 was the worst year in history for shark attacks. Bernie Madoff accounts for 4,000 of them. Maybe they were just counting him as one big nasty shark. I say you can't count the shark who attacked, you have to count the victims.

Must-read for Phone Solicitors

2009-03-06T10:44:00.002-05:00

If you're in the unfortunate position of making sales calls for a living, no matter who you're working for, you should probably read this. I'm sure it won't change your practices (because you're most likely scripted anyway), and it won't impact your life, but it's something I just have to say and you might be interested to know.

I work for a small company -- 7 employees in total. We all answer the phones here except for the owner, but I tend to be the one who ends up answering them the majority of the time just because I'm unfortunately good at this particular aspect of it -- weeding out all the sales calls.

We have a fake voicemail account set up here, with a fake employee (I'll call him Jim), and that's where we're dumping your calls when we "transfer you to his voicemail." We're fully aware that more often than not, you're taking Jim's voicemail just so you can get his name, and not to actually leave a message for him. What this means is, when you note Jim's name in your call records as the contact person, and you call back and ask for Jim, we know right off that you're a solicitor. Guess what? Jim's always unavailable and you'll always get dumped right back into the non-existent Jim's voicemail.

We generally know you're a sales person by a few key things you say or by the background noise. You're not hiding anything.

If your call starts with "I need to speak to the person in charge of," you're getting dumped to Jim.

If you say you're with our toner supply company and you're updating records and could I please give you the make and model number of our copier or printer, you don't get dumped to Jim. What happens here is we ask you what company you're with and you promptly hang up on us. (That one makes me laugh every time.)

If you call and you're asking your buddy sitting next to you to get you some Skittles while he's down there, then you notice that we've answered and say you need to speak to so-and-so (the dreaded Melita dialer delay syndrome), we know you're a sales person. The person you ask for, no matter who it is, is automatically "unavailable." If you get me on the phone, I'm likely to interrupt your request just to tell you that.

If you ask to update information and the words "free subscription" are anywhere in your sentence, you're automatically told that we can't update anyone's information.

If you get me, and I tell you so-and-so is unavailable, knowing full well that you're a sales person, don't bother asking me when is the best time to reach so-and-so. You'll get the same response from me every time. I've perfected it. It goes like this: "You can try back at any time you want." Sometimes, if I'm 100% certain it's a sales call, I'll tack onto the end of that, "but you have to get through me first."

Don't bother asking for a cell phone number or an email address unless we can identify you as a name we know or you can identify yourself as a family member.

Here's a few of my favorites...

I had a guy call in for our owner, obviously a sales call because he asked for him like he was an old friend, but I could hear all the other sales people on their phones in the background. Here's how the conversation went (changing my boss' name to protect the innocent.. haha):

Me: Good afternoon, XYZ Corporation.
Guy: Is John there? (lots of other sales call chatter in the background)
Me: He's unavailable. Would you like his voice mail?
Guy: Can I get his cell number?
Me: I'm not allowed to give that out.
Guy: I have it already, but I left it at home. I'm at work.
Me: I can't give that out, sir. You'll have to go home and get it.
Guy: I can't do that! My home is 2 hours away.
Me: I can hear the other sales people in the background.
Guy: That's not sales people. That's my wife. She won't shut up.
Me: Why is your wife at the office with you instead of at home two hours away?
(CLICK)

Yeah, he hung up on me. Go figure. Here's another favorite:

Me: Good afternoon, XYZ Corporation.
Guy: Is John there?
Me: He's unavailable. Would you like his voice mail?
Guy: What's his cell phone number?
Me: I can't give that out, sir.
Guy: I'm an old friend of his.
Me: Yeah? What's his wife's name?
(CLICK)

Lol! Sometimes, if I'm in one of those moods, I'll play with them just to entertain myself. This is the "Skittles" one I mentioned earlier:

Me: Good afternoon, XYZ Corporation.
Guy: (Sales call chatter in the background) Hey can you get me some Skittles while you're down there?
Me: (waiting)
Guy: Here's a buck.
Me: Hello?
Guy: Hello?
Me: May I help you?
Guy: Is this XYZ Corporation?
Me: Yes.
Guy: Is Dr. Ownerguy in?
Me: Not at the moment. He's downstairs getting your Skittles.
Guy: Shit.
(CLICK)

That was a good one. :)

25 Things About Me

2009-01-30T10:25:00.019-05:00

I was tagged for this by a friend's Note on Facebook, but I'm doing it in my blog instead, since not everyone I know is on Facebook, but my blog automatically imports to my Facebook Notes.

25 Things About Me that just might impact your entire way of life and make you rethink your concepts of the world as you know it ... hehe ... or not.

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For those who want to continue this on Facebook, here's the rules:
Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note* with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.

* To do this, go to “notes” under tabs on your profile page, paste these instructions in the body of the note, type your 25 random things, tag 25 people (in the right hand corner of the app) then click publish.

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And now...
without further ado...
here is my much anticipated, highly sought after list.
Someone call CNN.

1. I love to cook, but don't get to do it often enough. To me it's a form of creation. I'm pretty darned good at it, too.

2. And speaking of creation, I have a constant need to create. It comes out in many different forms, but it's always there. Whether it's art, writing, cooking, jewelry-making, formulating a business plan, whatever.

3. I also have a need for frequent change. I can't stand for things to stay the same for too long. I start to go stir-crazy. I have to shake up the routine, buy something new and exciting, come up with some incredible idea on which to concentrate my energy, anything to keep my little world in constant motion.

4. I spent 23 hours in labor with my son and ended up having an emergency c-section at the end because his head was turned all screwy. I was wide awake and alert during the c-section. I figured if I could survive laying there for a half-hour knowing I was cut open from one side to the other, I could survive anything.

5. I have a shoe and purse fetish. I have storage tubs full of both and hoard them like they're gold. It's sad, with all the shoe-less, purse-less women in the world. I just try not to think about them.

6. Did I mention I'm OCD (that's Obsessive Compulsive Disorder for anyone who doesn't know)? What? You couldn't tell by numbers 2, 3 and 5? Ok, so I'm not just OCD. I've been diagnosed with the following by the therapist (you'll understand the therapist thing in just one second) I was seeing about five years ago: OCD, Generalized Anxiety Disorder, Panic Disorder, Mild Depression, and Hypochondria. Aren't you proud of me? I'm just a mixed bag of tricks. The person you should be proud of is my husband for putting up with me.

7. Speaking of #6, my therapist said it's all hereditary. That makes sense when you know that way back on my family tree -- oh, about five generations ago -- my mom's and dad's lines crossed at the same couple. Yep. Inbred. And we're not even from West Virginia.

8. I taught ballroom dancing way back in the day. It was around '87 or '88. My specialty was the cha-cha. I can't remember anything now. If you don't use it, you lose it.

9. I didn't realize how hard it was to come up with 25 things about myself. So #9 is that I don't like to think about myself so much that I have to come up with that many things to say about myself. This vaguely relates to number 6.

10. My mom used to work for Burt Reynolds. She has all kinds of autographed memorabilia from him, from huge pictures to a bottle of wine circa 1973. Her best item is a huge, personally autographed lithograph of a famous shot of him from "Deliverance."

11. Fresh out of high school and dreaming of the future, I was going to go to college to become either a psychologist or a lawyer. This is funny when you think about #6. You're allowed to laugh, because I did when I typed it.

12. You know how they say that the smart ones are the most mentally screwed up. Yeah, well, I guess I'm a good example of that. According to the Mensa test I took, I'm at 153. That there is what them high-falutin' brainy folks call a genius IQ. This is funny when you remember #7 above. Again, feel free to laugh. I'm nothing if I'm not an enigma.

13. Now I'm digging for things that I don't typically tell anyone (because isn't that what makes this fun?). This really is harder than it sounds. This one doesn't really count, but if I say it counts, then it's one less thing I have to come up with.

14. Way back before Al Gore invented the Internet, I used to dial up to various BBS to chat. If you know what that means, God love ya, because that means you're as old as me.

15. I have osteo-arthritis throughout most of my body. I was diagnosed early (at 36). My mom was diagnosed early. My sister has been diagnosed already and she's only 31. (See #7 above)

16. I've written two full-length novels and have one that is partially done. I've never tried to publish them, though they're good. Life happened to me and I haven't had time to get back to them. This comes under the category of "Things I intend to do someday."

17. My grandpa used to carry strange things in his pockets. He carried a plastic turtle, a crab claw that he found at the beach, and a picture of a very ugly woman that he would pull out and show people and tell them it was his wife and say, "Isn't she pretty?" just to get a reaction from them. This isn't about me, but it's the thing I remember most about him. Cherished memories, so it counts.

18. I have vowed that from this day forward I will always own a Ford Mustang. When I was young, my mom had one. My first real car was a Mustang, then I went for 14 long years without one. I'm now on my second one since 2006 and I'll never be without one again.

19. When I was little, we lived in a duplex that had this really long staircase. One day (I think this was before that "smarts" thing kicked in), I decided to do a somersault down one step. The top step. You have no idea how hard it is to stop yourself on stairs once you start going. I hit the bottom landing with no serious injuries, but it scared my mom to death. Did I mention that the stairs weren't carpeted? It seemed like a good idea at the time.

20. (Yea, number 20!) I've eaten fried daylilies. My dad used to gather the buds of daylilies before they opened and fry them in cornmeal. They're not bad. Did I mention my family is from the south? The hills of Virginia, near the Kentucky border, to be exact.

21. I've also eaten squirrel, rabbit and venison. I was too young to know any better.

22. I was a full-blown vegetarian from 17 to 23. I ate dairy (but not eggs), and absolutely no meat, poultry or seafood. This might be related to #21.

23. I was broken by link sausages. I was frying them up for my ex-husband for breakfast and... the smell... and that bottle of syrup setting on the counter. Sausage smothered in syrup is evil. Pure evil.

24. In a way, I'm looking forward to being an old, gray-haired lady and wearing obnoxiously loud clothes just so I can make people smile. Several years ago while I was stopped at a traffic light, I saw this cute little old woman crossing in the crosswalk in front of me. She was wearing neon green sneakers and a shirt that had multi-colored bows all over the front of it (sewn on, not printed on), and I had to smile. She was so cute because she still had enough spirit to wear things like that.

25. (Thank God!) I started kindergarten at 4 and soon turned 5, then I skipped 2nd grade, so I ended up graduating from high school at 16. The only time the age difference between me and my classmates really occurred to me was when they were all going through puberty and filling out and I still looked like I was in grade school.

Done.

Sheesh, that was tough.

My husband and I are addicts

2009-01-29T10:25:00.004-05:00

I have such a fascination with forensics and crime-solving. I think it's because I've always had an interest in psychology and anything that has to do with problem-solving. I love any riddles or games where I have to figure things out. I swear I should have been a crime scene investigator.

About two months or so ago I was channel surfing, because you know when you have something like 800 channels there is never anything good on TV. You know. I have a bunch of favorite channels that I always seem to land on. They range everywhere from the Boomerang channel that has those great classic cartoons like The Jetsons and The Flintstones and even Huckleberry Hound, to HGTV or Turner Classic Movies. I tend to watch TruTV and G4 a lot because of the criminal investigative shows on there. So a couple of months ago while I was surfing, I noticed this channel 2 spots up on the menu from G4 called ID and it was playing a crime scene type show. ID turned out to be Investigation Discovery, one of the Discovery Channel's family of shows. Wow! It quickly became my favorite channel. All my favorite types of shows!

I started watching it. A lot. I mean really a LOT. Usually when I sat down in front of the TV and there were no reruns of Family Guy, Two and a Half Men, or Friends on, I'd jump to ID. I was addicted, which soon spilled over to Eric becoming addicted. Now he and I sit in the evenings and, when we're not following the Caylee Anthony case on Nancy Grace, we're watching ID.

I never knew we shared an interest in these types of shows and it's pretty cool that we're both perfectly content to spend an evening watching the same channel. I had an inkling that he liked the CSI stuff when I got addicted to Bones and sometimes I'd catch him watching it without me. I never knew he liked all the real-life crime stuff like I did, though. With my long-time interest in psychology and law, it made sense that I would like it. His addiction to it was a surprise to me, though.

Now I'm wondering, does it make us strange that we're both so fascinated by CSI-type stuff? If either of us ever had criminal inclinations, we'd probably be pretty good criminals. Instead, we were both blessed with an overload of moral judgment, common sense, and compassion for other people. I think God made us that way on purpose, because if we weren't like that, with our fascination with and knowledge of all this stuff, we would probably be pretty scary criminals.

We can't be the only ones, though. I mean, after all, The Discovery Channel dedicated a whole channel to it for some reason. You have to figure they wouldn't have done it if they didn't think people would watch it. You can check out ID's website from the link in my sidebar.

Adopting a Soldier

2009-01-22T10:01:00.009-05:00

Back in November I was rambling across the Internet (does one "ramble" across the Internet or is it more of a "whoosh"?) when I came across an article about a Vietnam veteran, blinded by Agent Orange, who would go to the army base near his home for every departure and arrival of US soldiers to and from foreign soil, including Iraq and Afghanistan. He said that it was important that someone be there to sincerely encourage those leaving and to welcome home those coming back, and to let them know how much their service to and sacrifice for this country is appreciated. In the course of that article, a link was provided to an organization called "Adopt a US Soldier" (AAUSS). Since I don't actually know anyone in the military, I thought, What a great idea to show my support, so I followed the link and signed myself up to "adopt."

I had to wait a couple of days for a soldier to be assigned to me. The soldiers sign themselves up to be adopted and the folks at AAUSS then assign them to waiting adopters. Once my soldier was assigned to me, I received an email from AAUSS giving me his details and mailing address so I could write to him and send care packages.

Fortunately, my soldier also has an email address, so it is easier to contact him. Not all of them do. He is a young man from New Jersey named Wil, stationed in Iraq, who joined the service to be an example for his younger brothers. He has a mother who is a domestic violence survivor (and when I say survivor, I mean it.. she was stabbed multiple times by her boyfriend) and a pretty young wife. And get this... while talking to him via email, I discovered that he and I share the same birth date. How crazy is that considering it doesn't ask for a birth date anywhere on the registration? We were both born on September 15th.

If you're interested in adopting a soldier, please visit the AAUSS website and check it out. You're allowed to adopt more than one (they encourage it, in fact), and if you have a group or organization that would like to adopt a whole group of soldiers, you can do that, too. It's really worthwhile.

It's amazing what you can send to them that they will appreciate so much. When I put together a couple of packages for Wil for Christmas, I included the items he mentioned and then a bunch that he didn't. One thing I included that he didn't ask for was Mac and Cheese singles that can be microwaved. He loved them and when I asked what else I could send him, he asked for more of those. We take so much for granted over here and don't realize that our men and women serving our country overseas can't just jet out to the local Wally World and get some mac and cheese or a good book to read.

I'm very happy to have gotten to know Wil and his mother a little and am more than happy to give Wil some of the comforts of home to let him know that I appreciate what he's doing for us.

I'm Blaming the Adults

2009-01-20T10:23:00.008-05:00

Not that I really have the time to homeschool my son, but this morning, I'm very seriously considering it. I was peeved earlier in the school year when I found out that my son had to eat lunch standing up because of the overcrowding problem in his school. I never would have found that out if it hadn't been for the fact that he had to put his books up on top of the ledge (they have a "sunken" lunch room) surrounding the lunch room while he ate and some kids walked by on the upper level and just stole them. He never found them and I had to pay to replace the books and notebooks that were stolen. That was irritating enough, but then...

This morning he goes out to catch the bus and comes back in about half an hour later and says that when he got on the bus, every seat was filled but one, where a student was sitting with his books in the second part of the seat. This being the only available seat, Zach asked him to move his books. He said no. Did you get that? The kid said NO. Unbelievable. So Zach had to sit in the aisle. He got off at the very next stop and walked home. The bus driver asked him as he was getting off why he was leaving and he mumbled something to her and left. Wasn't she paying attention to what occurred? Did she not see that there was a double seat where only one kid was sitting? Maybe not. Maybe she couldn't tell from her view. But surely she saw that Zach had to sit in the aisle. And since there were more kids getting on the bus at the next stop, where were those kids going to sit? Ridiculous! There are safety concerns with a bus that crowded where the kids have to sit in the aisles! I asked Zach when he told me about it if the bus was normally that crowded and he said yes.

So now I'm more than a little miffed. They're building a new high school that won't open until next year, but in the meantime, they need to address the overcrowding issues that currently face them. I can live with my son being required to eat standing up (along with a lot more than just him), though I'm not happy about it. What I can't live with is a bus that is so overcrowded as to cause safety concerns. Isn't a bus just like a business where they have "maximum capacity" limits?

And what about this snot-nose little brat who wouldn't move his books? Oh, I swear if I see another bratty little high-schooler all puffed up with attitude I'm going to scream. Perfect example: I was in Wal-mart a few weeks ago at the service desk. People were lined up in two lines making returns. On either side of the two lines were piles of stuff that needed to be reshelved. So I get to the counter, get my business done, and turn to leave. Standing there right smack in the middle of the two lines is a little 13 or 14 year old girl with her mother. When I say she's standing in the middle of the two lines, I mean right smack in the middle so you can't get around her either way. This is the only way out. I approach her to leave and she stands there looking at me. Doesn't budge. Just stares at me. I say, "Excuse me." (Nicely, but firmly.) She takes a tiny little step to the side and barely leaves any room to get past. Does Mommy say anything to her? No. And because Mommy didn't correct her, she'll grow up thinking that bratty little attitude with no concern for those around her is a good idea. I did bump into her on my way out. A little accidentally, and a little on purpose. If she's not going to move, I'll move her.

Why aren't parents teaching their kids? Why are the kids getting away with this kind of behavior and disrespect right in front of their parents and their parents do absolutely nothing? Here's another perfect example: I was in Meijer just a couple of days ago. I'm standing at the deli counter and along comes a woman with two teenage boys in tow. She's doing her shopping at the counter, deciding what she wants, and the two boys are standing behind her talking cruelly about other shoppers around them, and not doing it quietly either, mind you, and there stands Mommy in silence. She didn't turn to them and say so much as a "That's not nice" or "Stop it." She acted like she didn't hear them. I was further away from them than she was and I heard them. I have no doubt some of the shoppers they were talking about heard them, too.

There's a huge problem in the world today with too many parents just not being parents. Parenting is more than just clothing, feeding and providing shelter for your child. It's also about teaching your kids how to behave with respect for both themselves and others. There are a lot of negative influences out there that will make a kid think being disrespectful is the way to be, but it's up to the parents to teach them otherwise. I'm seeing far too many parents not stepping up even when their kids are acting like that right in front of them.

I'm so tired of the teeny-brat attitudes, but I'm also tired of parents who don't do their duty as a parent. I guess for deli-Mommy, it was more important to get the smoked ham sliced just right than it was for her to tell her child that he and his friend are being rude. Hell, for all I know, maybe deli-Mommy was a rude little snot, too, and to her what they were doing was perfectly normal.

Pics of the Pups

2009-01-16T21:34:00.005-05:00

Just sharing a few pics of my pups. Satch (the scruffy white one) is settling in well since we adopted him from the shelter back in late October, as you can see by the pictures. He and Vai were playing, not really fighting, in case you're wondering.